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Title: Never To Return
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Undecided; possibly none
Summary: Draco gets wacked in the face with a brick! Not literally...but figuratively, yes! His life takes a wicked turn(or so he thinks) when he is expelled from Hogwarts and forced to live in the muggle world! Or shall I say, in reality?
He still couldn't believe it.
Pushing his white blonde hair out of his eyes, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His thoughts stung as he recalled his final conversation...it felt like it was just yesterday...
"Mr. Malfoy, I am unfortunately here to tell you, that is in person, that you will be expelled from Hogwarts and-"
Draco raised his eyebrows, snorted, interrupting the Minister of Magic.
"Minister, with much respect, you're joking, right?"
"- stripped of all further contact in the wizarding world from this moment on till-"
"You're mad! The whole barking lot of you!" He looked around Dumbledore's office at his professors, turning to Professor Snape. "Professor Snape, surely you didn't agree to this..aggrement...this nonsense!"
"Draco, what is done is done. This is serious ministry business and-" Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Bullshit! All of this! If this has anything to do with my father's demise, I can tell you that I did not have anything bloody thing to do with his plans!"
Cornelius Fudge continued speaking as if he had not heard a word of Draco's bewilderment.
"-the day of his nonexistence in this world. Or in other words, no more magic for the rest of your life. Have I made myself clear?" Fudge did not show the slightest sympathy for the son of his ex- most highly respected man, Lucius Malfoy. Draco gaped at everyone, suddenly speechless.
"You have not answered, boy! Have I made myself-" Dumbledore rose and cleared his throat.
"Perhaps Cornelius, we should follow through with the procedures as quickly as possible. I believe our young Mr. Malfoy is in a state of utter disbelief at this moment that it is best if you finish what you have come here for and then we can all be left in peace." His grave eyes were stern as he sat back down.
"Right you are Dumbledore," Fudge said as he turned his eyes back on Draco. "Mister Malfoy, will you surrender your wand please."
...Draco splashed cold water over his face. His wand obviously had been snapped in half and carried away by the Minister of Law Enforcement to be discarded. He grabbed a towel, roughly drying his face off and then proceeded into the hall down to his room.
It was the fifth day since his expulsion from the magic world. His world. Where he grew up. The past two days had passed in a monotonous blur. He was suppose to be preparing for his first day at his new school. A muggle school. Instead he had retreated to starvation and staring blankly at the opposite wall, daring it to ask him what on earth he was doing trapped with muggles. Surrounded by filthy muggles.
"Ha!" He began to laugh wildly, his eyes red from sleepless nights. Now he too was a filthy muggle. Him, Draco Malfoy, was a muggle; even worse, he was an ex-wizard. His hideous and pathetic laughs turned into a cry; a cry of frustration beyond all imagination. The door of his room slammed open. One of his roommates stood with a grin on his face.
"Hey Jack! Get over here! I think our good ol'mate might be even crazier than we thought he was! Oi! You there, you look like shit, mate! How about a beer, eh?" The roommate offered Draco a can of beer that he had been drinking out of.
"What? The man has finally cracked? No way!" Jack, tall and without a shirt, jumped onto Draco's bed. Turning to his roommate, "Guess what, my fellow friend? I got his name! It's Draco! Then, turning to Draco, "I'm Jack and this old man here's Christopher. Draco, is that how it's pronounced?" Draco continued to stare at the wall when he began laughing wildly than ever.
"Filthy muggles. The whole bloody filthy lot of you expect me to socialize?! Ha, ha! Oh, wouldn't that make a headline! Draco Malfoy, ex-wizard, seen drinking whatever the hell they drink with his newfound buddies! Ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Chris turned to Jack, "Told you he's getting worse. Now he thinks he's a wizard. Right, Draco. You keep on thinking that. We'll ,uh, be out at the bar down the street." Jack stood up following Chris out.
"Yeah, holler if you want to join us or something. You're welcome anytime, mate! Although you might want to, uh, maybe freshen up bit." They both patted his back on the way out while Jack muttered, "Bloody hell, wonder where he gets his drugs. Even I don't get that messed up."
The door slammed shut as Draco was left alone again. He thought of Hogwarts. He would soon be done with school and seeking a honorable position in the ministry. Damn the bloody ministry now. In his state, there seemed no other possible way out. No other route. He was banned from the wizarding world. He would just have to live up to his made-up headline.
Title: Never To Return
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Undecided; possibly none
Summary: Draco gets wacked in the face with a brick! Not literally...but figuratively, yes! His life takes a wicked turn(or so he thinks) when he is expelled from Hogwarts and forced to live in the muggle world! Or shall I say, in reality?
He still couldn't believe it.
Pushing his white blonde hair out of his eyes, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His thoughts stung as he recalled his final conversation...it felt like it was just yesterday...
"Mr. Malfoy, I am unfortunately here to tell you, that is in person, that you will be expelled from Hogwarts and-"
Draco raised his eyebrows, snorted, interrupting the Minister of Magic.
"Minister, with much respect, you're joking, right?"
"- stripped of all further contact in the wizarding world from this moment on till-"
"You're mad! The whole barking lot of you!" He looked around Dumbledore's office at his professors, turning to Professor Snape. "Professor Snape, surely you didn't agree to this..aggrement...this nonsense!"
"Draco, what is done is done. This is serious ministry business and-" Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Bullshit! All of this! If this has anything to do with my father's demise, I can tell you that I did not have anything bloody thing to do with his plans!"
Cornelius Fudge continued speaking as if he had not heard a word of Draco's bewilderment.
"-the day of his nonexistence in this world. Or in other words, no more magic for the rest of your life. Have I made myself clear?" Fudge did not show the slightest sympathy for the son of his ex- most highly respected man, Lucius Malfoy. Draco gaped at everyone, suddenly speechless.
"You have not answered, boy! Have I made myself-" Dumbledore rose and cleared his throat.
"Perhaps Cornelius, we should follow through with the procedures as quickly as possible. I believe our young Mr. Malfoy is in a state of utter disbelief at this moment that it is best if you finish what you have come here for and then we can all be left in peace." His grave eyes were stern as he sat back down.
"Right you are Dumbledore," Fudge said as he turned his eyes back on Draco. "Mister Malfoy, will you surrender your wand please."
...Draco splashed cold water over his face. His wand obviously had been snapped in half and carried away by the Minister of Law Enforcement to be discarded. He grabbed a towel, roughly drying his face off and then proceeded into the hall down to his room.
It was the fifth day since his expulsion from the magic world. His world. Where he grew up. The past two days had passed in a monotonous blur. He was suppose to be preparing for his first day at his new school. A muggle school. Instead he had retreated to starvation and staring blankly at the opposite wall, daring it to ask him what on earth he was doing trapped with muggles. Surrounded by filthy muggles.
"Ha!" He began to laugh wildly, his eyes red from sleepless nights. Now he too was a filthy muggle. Him, Draco Malfoy, was a muggle; even worse, he was an ex-wizard. His hideous and pathetic laughs turned into a cry; a cry of frustration beyond all imagination. The door of his room slammed open. One of his roommates stood with a grin on his face.
"Hey Jack! Get over here! I think our good ol'mate might be even crazier than we thought he was! Oi! You there, you look like shit, mate! How about a beer, eh?" The roommate offered Draco a can of beer that he had been drinking out of.
"What? The man has finally cracked? No way!" Jack, tall and without a shirt, jumped onto Draco's bed. Turning to his roommate, "Guess what, my fellow friend? I got his name! It's Draco! Then, turning to Draco, "I'm Jack and this old man here's Christopher. Draco, is that how it's pronounced?" Draco continued to stare at the wall when he began laughing wildly than ever.
"Filthy muggles. The whole bloody filthy lot of you expect me to socialize?! Ha, ha! Oh, wouldn't that make a headline! Draco Malfoy, ex-wizard, seen drinking whatever the hell they drink with his newfound buddies! Ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Chris turned to Jack, "Told you he's getting worse. Now he thinks he's a wizard. Right, Draco. You keep on thinking that. We'll ,uh, be out at the bar down the street." Jack stood up following Chris out.
"Yeah, holler if you want to join us or something. You're welcome anytime, mate! Although you might want to, uh, maybe freshen up bit." They both patted his back on the way out while Jack muttered, "Bloody hell, wonder where he gets his drugs. Even I don't get that messed up."
The door slammed shut as Draco was left alone again. He thought of Hogwarts. He would soon be done with school and seeking a honorable position in the ministry. Damn the bloody ministry now. In his state, there seemed no other possible way out. No other route. He was banned from the wizarding world. He would just have to live up to his made-up headline.